Who is the white moonlight these days? We are just following the plot

Wen Yuan's car slowly entered Liwan No. 1 Manor.

The black Jaguar stopped across the street and didn't start and drive away until the taillights of the red Lamborghini disappeared from sight.

This car was a gift from Ji Xingyao to Wen Yuan. She has been using it since she had it driven back from the capital.

Ji Xingyao once asked her if she wanted to change to a new model, but Wen Yuan refused.

This car means something special to her and she loves it so much that she keeps driving it till now.

After parking the car and entering the house, Aunt Ma had already prepared dinner and was waiting for us.

"Ms. Wen, you're back." Aunt Ma took her bag and helped her put it in the glass storage cabinet.

"Yeah." Wen Yuan was a little tired after a busy day.

After dinner, Aunt Ma hesitated for a long time and whispered to Wen Yuan to ask for leave: "Mr. Wen, my niece is getting married in my hometown, and my family asked me to go back to help. I would like to take a week off."

Wen Yuan looked up in surprise. The driver had just taken two days off today, so how come Aunt Ma also took leave? They were all together.

But she agreed readily.

"Thank you, Mr. Wen." Aunt Ma smiled comfortably and went to clear the table.

Before going to bed, Wen Yuan knocked on Aunt Ma's bedroom door and handed her a bulging red envelope.

"Aunt Ma, congratulations to your niece."

"Oh, Mr. Wen, why are you giving me a red envelope? I don't want it." Aunt Ma shook her head flattered and refused to accept it.

Wen Yuan stuffed the red envelope into her hand and said, "Take it. My niece is getting married and needs a red envelope. Buy some more gifts to bring back."

Wen Yuan is usually very generous. Not only does he pay Aunt Ma a high salary, he also often gives gifts to her.

Aunt Ma is unmarried and has no children, and is often looked down upon by relatives in her hometown.

Wen Yuan gave her some extra money so she could go home and save face. The so-called relatives only cared about money and not people. As long as they could return home in glory, no one would dare to say "no".

Aunt Ma choked up a little: "Thank you, President Wen."

She has a low level of education, no family or children, and is used to being looked down upon. This is the first time she has met a kind person like Wen Yuan.

Wen Yuan gave Aunt Ma a red envelope and smiled. "Before you go home tomorrow, go to my closet and pick out some suitable clothes. You can also take any of these bags you want. By the way, I'll ask Driver Lu to take you home."

"Mr. Wen, Mr. Wen," Aunt Ma interrupted her hurriedly, "No, no, don't bother Driver Lu. I've already bought the ticket."

Aunt Ma twisted the corner of her clothes in embarrassment. She was a bit introverted, not good at communicating with others, and didn't like to owe favors to others.

In that case, Wen Yuan didn't force it anymore: "If there's anything you want, remember to tell me."

"Ah."

It was time to go to bed, but Wen Yuan couldn't sleep.

She poured a glass of red wine, leaned back on the sofa, and quietly looked at the moonlight outside the window.

Aunt Ma always said that she was a good person, but Wen Yuan knew that she was not.

There are so many people in this world who deserve sympathy. She is not a Bodhisattva, and she doesn't want to be kind to people indiscriminately.

Perhaps it was because when he saw Aunt Ma for the first time, Wen Yuan seemed to see Aunt Li in a trance.

The head nanny who entered the palace at a young age, remained unmarried and childless throughout her life, and served her master wholeheartedly.

She still remembered the frightened voice of Madam Li when she was pushed into the pond by the people from Southern Xinjiang.

I don’t know whether Li Zhao dealt with her after my death.

Given Li Zhao's habit of executing nine generations of a clan at any time, there is a high probability that he will be implicated.

Out of this unspeakable guilt, Wen Yuan always couldn't help but be nice to Aunt Ma.

Fortunately, Aunt Ma is a grateful person. She talks little, works meticulously, and has excellent cooking skills. Wen Yuan is very satisfied with her.

The moonlight shines through the window and falls on Wen Yuan's white ankles.

She was not wearing shoes and walked barefoot on the carpet. The cold moonlight illuminated her porcelain-white skin.

Wen Yuan raised his head and finished the wine in the glass.

"Ah--"

After a long time, a light laugh sounded in the quiet living room.

The clock hands stopped at 12.

Inside a suite at a five-star hotel in the capital, a tall, dark figure curled up on the carpet beside the bed.

He was trembling all over, his fists clenched so tightly that his nails almost dug into the soft flesh of his palms.

A faint groan escaped from his throat, and he clenched his teeth and curled himself up tighter.

“Beep, beep, beep…”

The phone on the bedside table rang.

His veiny hands groped in the darkness for his cell phone.

In a panic, the phone fell to the ground.

It's less than one meter away, but I can't reach it.

The cell phone flashed in the darkness, and the people on the ground closed their eyes due to the stimulation of the light.

His eyes hurt, and he couldn't stand the bright light in the dark.

At this point, the pain had drained all his energy, and he didn't even have the strength to answer the phone.

The call stopped and the screen went dark.

The only light disappeared, leaving only the trapped beast struggling alone.

After about half an hour, the man on the ground finally regained some strength and the first thing he did was to get his cell phone.

The sweat on my palms made them sticky and slippery. I didn't hold the phone firmly at first and it fell to the carpet with a clang.

He wiped his palms on the carpet before picking up the phone again and calling back.

The other side picked up quickly.

"Brother Royal."

"Why didn't you answer the phone? Did you have a cold?"

"No, I fell asleep."

There was no light in the room, only a faint green indicator light in the corner, flickering gently.

Li Heng's lips were pale, and his short hair was soaked with sweat, sticking to his forehead in a messy manner.

His fingertips were still trembling slightly, but he tried his best to control his voice and not reveal any flaws.

"Click."

There was the sound of a lighter, and Li Zhao opposite lit a cigarette.

"I've met Ayuan."

Li Heng became nervous: "Did the Empress Dowager recognize you?"

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Li Zhao exhaled a puff of smoke, and the white smoke covered his eyebrows and eyes: "Hmm."

Although it was expected, Li Heng's heart was in a knot. From Li Zhao's tone, it was not difficult to hear that this trip was not going smoothly.

Both of them were silent.

After a while, Li Heng said, "I bought Xingyao's apartment, but I didn't show up in person. I entrusted the entire process to the real estate agent."

Li Zhao took a puff of his cigarette. "I can't hide it for long. Ayuan knows my identity, and Xingyao will soon guess it's you."

They both knew it well.

Li Heng leaned tiredly on the edge of the bed: "Royal brother, I'm a little scared."

Li Heng is afraid of too many things.

He remembered Ji Xingyao's words when she disappeared: "Li Heng, never see you again."

This sentence was like a curse, trapping him inside and causing him to suffer every day.

He couldn't appear before Wen Yuan openly like his brother. He was a criminal crawling in the shadows, harboring audacious and selfish motives, hoping to make Ji Xingyao look at him again.

After entering the present world, he realized that Ji Xingyao could not just be his star, she could be the star of tens of millions of people.

He once had a shining star all to himself, but he did not cherish it. Now the stars shine on the earth, and he, like those people, begs Star to give him a noble look as nourishment for his survival.

"Heng, there's no point in being afraid. Remember what you want."